Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone by W. H. Auden

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The speaker is grieving and mourning over tragic loss / personal loss.

The first stanza is about stopping all the annoying noise and promoting silence. The speaker urges to stop the time because time has separated him from his loved one.

The second stanza is explicitly expressing his loved one is dead. It also promotes peace with the dead signified by the doves and requests to formally pay respect to the lost one.

The third stanza tells that the speaker lacks direction without the loved one who is his everyday life, his company, his soulmate, his music.

The fourth stanza is about the speaker losing hope and interests in everything. And that the creation is no good to him anymore.